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Mother Russia how are you sleeping?
Middle winter cold winds blow
From the trees the snowflakes drifting
Swirling round like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia poetry majestic
Tells the time of a great empire
Turning round the old man ponders
Reminiscing an age gone by
Mother Russia dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads and be proud of what you are
Now it has come freedom at last
Turning the tides of history and your past
Mother Russia dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads and remember who you are
Can you release the anger the grief?
Can you be happy now your people are free?
HATA BİLDİR
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